Sonnet To A Side Porch In Summer
An Ode to My Grandmother's Side Porch
Amidst the depth of sloping sweated heat
Mounted on this swaying moved vessel
Thoughts mere spinning silks drift on to repeat
Summer's radiance in every petal
The sun transcends this earthly darkened mound
The bird's chirping song of heavenly sounds
The wind's embraced kiss ne'er do mettle
Therefore, I ascend stairs of sweet repose
A bee hums near, Buzz, that little rebel
Art thou mad tokens of my mortal woes
Intrude quiet with close at hand peril
Arising from this vagrant jubilee
On open wings I flee to take back my poetry
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Pamela Johnson
I am an amateur writer who loves expressing myself creatively through words when something brings inspiration to me. I love to read and explore all the creative arts. I enjoy hearing the expressions of others.
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